I've been steadily reading through George F. Will's Bunts, a compilation of articles on baseball, and I've had an immensely difficult time placing my bookmark and stepping off the bus for work in the morning. The book is simply too enjoyable—after all, what better way to spend a morning than by reading philosophy on the designated hitter, astro-turf, "stadiums" vs. "ballparks", and the Chicago Cubs' depressingly perpetual gift for losing? Short of playing baseball, or at the very least, sitting at the ballpark watching a game, a bag of sunflower seeds close by, the answer is: not much.